Dynasty of Evil: Star Wars Legends (Darth Bane): A Novel of the Old Republic (Star Wars: Darth Bane Trilogy – Legends)

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The future of the dark side hangs in the balance in the stunning conclusion to the Darth Bane series.
Twenty years have passed since the Sith and their endless rivalries were eradicated and replaced with the Rule of Two. Darth Bane now reigns alongside his young acolyte, Zannah, who must study and train in the dark side of the Force until the time comes to strike down her master and claim the mantle for herself.

But Bane’s brutal new regime has one potential fatal flaw—how will their legacy continue if an apprentice fails to raise their blade in combat? The only solution must be for the Dark Lord of the Sith to rediscover a long-forgotten secret of the order—the key to immortality.

Bane’s doubt spurs his young apprentice into action, and Zannah vows to destroy her master at any cost. After he mysteriously vanishes, she tracks him across the galaxy to a desolate desert outpost, where the fate of the dark side will be forged by a final fight to the death.

About the Author

Drew Karpyshyn is a fantasy and science fiction novelist and an award-winning writer/designer for the computer game company Bioware, where he was lead writer on the popular
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic video game. He lives in Austin with his loving wife, Jen, and their cat.

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Chapter One

“. . . adhering to the rules established through the procedures outlined in the preceding, as well as all subsequent, articles. Our sixth demand stipulates that a body of . . .”

Medd Tandar rubbed a long-fingered hand across the pronounced frontal ridge of his tall, conical cranium, hoping to massage away the looming headache that had been building over the last twenty minutes.

Gelba, the being he had come to the planet of Doan to negotiate with, paused in the reading of her petition to ask, “Something wrong, Master Jedi?”

“I am not a Master,” the Cerean reminded the self-appointed leader of the rebels. “I am only a Jedi Knight.” With a sigh he dropped his hand. After a moment’s pause he forced himself to add, “I’m fine. Please continue.”

With a curt nod, Gelba resumed with her seemingly endless list of ultimatums. “Our sixth demand stipulates that a body of elected representatives from the mining caste be given absolute jurisdiction over the following eleven matters: One, the determination of wages in accordance with galactic standards. Two, the establishment of a weekly standard of hours any given employee can be ordered to work. Three, an approved list of safety apparel to be provided by . . .”

The short, muscular human woman droned on, her voice echoing strangely off the irregular walls of the underground cave. The other miners in attendance-three human men and two women crowding close to Gelba-were seemingly transfixed by her words. Medd couldn’t help but think that, should their tools ever fail, the miners could simply use their leader’s voice to cut through the stone.

Officially, Medd was here to try to end the violence between the rebels and the royal family. Like all Cereans, he possessed a binary brain structure, allowing him to simultaneously process both sides of a conflict. Theoretically, this made him an ideal candidate to mediate and resolve complex political situations such as the one that had developed on this small mining world. In practice, however, he was discovering that playing the part of a diplomat was far more trying than he had first imagined.

Located on the Outer Rim, Doan was an ugly, brown ball of rock. More than 80 percent of the planetary landmass had been converted into massive strip-mining operations. Even from space, the disfigurement of the world was immediately apparent. Furrows five kilometers wide and hundreds of kilometers long crisscrossed the torn landscape like indelible scars. Great quarries hewn from the bedrock descended hundreds of meters deep, irreparable pockmarks on the face of the planet.

From within the smog-filled atmosphe